Weakmeat Vortex letra

When spoken wells the blood off the veins
Spilling, streaming, pouring to parch.
Indeceased, dreaming
Sever and decapitate limbs,
Way back is known

No sweaty bed,
no decaying coffin,
No fear,
no death,
no names,
no words,
no fear
Where may I astray

Cured off the pain and life
Emotions calm,
Vacant of anger and regret without gazes of hope

Wasting facilitation
Wasting vexation.
Triumph is nothing
Being, won't decay
Suffer, away.

Death Du Jour - Letras

• All Flowers Rot(Transact Exitus)
• Artificial Excessive Excessivities
• Dogma - the Suffering
• Embittering Cicatricies
• Fragments Of Perdition
• Gamashinoch
• Grace By Chalice Of Anger
• Harlot Deliverance
• Icing World Hunger
• Satire of Caustic Lunacy
• Triangle Gallows
• Weakmeat Vortex